T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis
Hex: #0000BF
After his meal, Theo made his way down the path to the training area. He felt a lump rising in his throat as he walked past the arena, steering well clear of any thoughts that might compel him to go back in there today. Not much further, and Theo arrived at his favorite spot. He set the machine that spit out the flying projectiles to give him sixty targets at varying speeds, took his place across the field, and waited for the little training exercise to start. The first one entered the air and fell with an arrow through the center before it ever hit the peak of its arc into the sky, then the second, then the third. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Theo caught his rhythm quickly. It didn't matter what direction the disks went in. There was no escaping Theo's arrow. This had always been his most peaceful moments at camp, training alone, doing what he was best at. He could almost smile, even with everything going on in his life. Mostly though, all the ease of the bow and arrow warmup did was remind Theo that there were other things that he could get better at. He didn't ever want to be caught off guard like he was in his trial. Becoming more well rounded as a warrior was a necessity.
Theo made his way over to a small hut that he had never really used before. Walking in, he saw the broad wooden table laid out before him. It was carved to be a replica of camp, hills and valleys and trees and buildings and all the other little things that comprised their home. It was actually pretty impressive. There were also several small pieces scattered across the table meant to represent all the different good and bad roles that could be played in a battle. Theo picked up the small wooden bow meant to represent demigods of his lineage, examining it. There were a few pieces for each lineage, some they didn't even have at camp at the time. A lightning bolt for Zeus, a pair of winged shoes for Hermes, two spears crossed over a shield for Ares. He felt that it was important to revisit his failure in the trial. What could he have done differently? Battle strategy was something he had not put too much thought into. He had never had to before. Theo had always just gone where he had to in order to shoot as many enemies as possible. Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused on remembering all the traumatic details of his trial. He could see it as clear as day, probably would always be able to. He went to work, setting up the battle piece by piece. It took a few minutes, and as he finished up, he stood there taking it all in. He needed to see it, all the parts. He had to train his brain to understand how it could all work together to win any future battles.. or wars.